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What it means to be lonely?
Truly be alone...
Sitting on an empty couch!
Just playing with my phone ...
People pass the window ,
And all I see...
A man walking his dog..
Never noticing me...
Tick tick... tick tock ...
Is that my brain..
Or just a broken clock.


I want to be alone..
Or do I wish theyd see..
I am a lonely girl,
Wishing theyd notice me.......

A smile can fake a hundred woes ..
A joke can lift a thousand loes..
A movie can take her mind away..
But ALONE on the couch she will always lay ...

Be warned one and all,
Quija board is not a game,
Because it opens up a
dimensional gate.

Rules were made to be
broken,
fools would think its harmless,
It does not see colour,gender
or race,

Ignorant is not an excuse,
Arrogant are attracted like
flies,
Better be safe than sorry.

You might not be so lucky,
Remember this is not playing,
The proper word is
summoning.

From where they came and
whom,
You can never tell or have a
clue,
The unknown is within reach,

Only god can intervene,
If you believe in hidden
dangers,
too late when the price is
paid.

To each his own hell.
Their version they will tell.
From grace each has fell.
Their torment, only one knows well.

I have witness the embodiment of my greatest fear.
It has blistered my soul but I have not shed a tear.
Why can I not cry?
I can’t find a reason why.

It feels like something died inside.
But as I look at myself from the outside
All I see is sadness crafted from someone else’s madness
I have lost my happiness.

But I shall not be buried in the depth of this misery.
This moment will be an event of my history.
A reflection, only to be seen in a memory.
“A once upon a time”, in my life’s story.

Burn not these pages of my hell.
I’ll keep them, to remember them well.
A reminder of how I fell.
In the abode of sorrow I will not dwell.

Sorry for not staying longer but I only came to visit.
Unfortunately I’m already in transit.
To the devil of my hell I bid you farewell!
If I ever I return, I’ll be sure to ring your “door bell”.

Jason had a friend,
It was the Undertaker,
Jason had a fight,
And did a massive piledriver!


Jason had a deal,
With Freddy Kruger,
Got to start killing field,
Scaring new kids on the block.


Jason met his mother,
And stayed in Bates motel,
Found he has a lost older
brother,
Who is a freaky peeping tom.


Jason learnt from Norman Bates,
Settled in his home sweet home,
Got poisoned and back stabbed,
Made him mad enough to spilt Norman in half!


Jason now is all alone,
No friends or foes,
Will the devil take him to Hell,
Or angels save his soul?

Campbells and winchesters,
Dean,sam and John,
Together they are the Hunters,
Of the unknown Supernaturals.



They summoned,shoot.stakes and burnt,
Their preys of lore and legend,
Vampires,shapeshifters,zombies and demons,
You name them and they fought with them.



Castiel is their guardian Angel,
Against the yellow eyed demon Azazel,
Chosen a human with demon's blood,
To open up the Hell's gate.



Then there is Lilith the white,
Daughter to the father of lies,
Who wants to break 66 seals,
To free Supreme Lucifer from Hell.



There's two ways to kill a fallen,
One of their own ancient dagger,
Another is a Colt demon killing gun,
Which leaves more monster trails for the hunt.

They're all gonna laugh at you!
That's what my crazy religious mother said
She was right
Now they are dead
Why didn't they treat me nice?
So what if I was shy?
If they would have been my friends
I wouldn't have had to make them die
I have telekenetic powers
I can move objects with my mind
I went up on the that stage
And what did I find?
A prank
A bucket of pig's blood
They tricked me
That mean girl and John Travolta
So here I am
Buried in this house of rubble with my impaled mother
I just wanted to belong
Oh, why bother!

Why do I feel so weary of life
It’s more than I want to bear
There’s demons on my shoulders sit
In their grip me they ensnare

You’re no good, you’re better off dead
On and on, from whisper to shout
Whatever is good, whatever is fine
All of this they completely drown out

Every action, constantly I question
No longer have I faith in me
And still these demons carry on
But now they laugh and shout with glee

I look at the gun resting in my hand
Go on, go on, the demons urge
Slowly to my mouth the gun I raise
As in the distance I hear a dirge

Round and round the demons howl
No more life, no more story to unfold
The bullet has ended, down I sink
On the ground my body grows cold

Im a real guy,
With real eyes,
I realize the real lies,
I read between the lines,
See through the thin disguise,
Everyone tries to cry wolf to me,
Telling me things expecting belief,
They repeat the same stories,
Of yesterdays glories,
Layed out before me,
This web of deciet,
No surprise now when lies
Come from everyone I meet,
Through their teeth,
Come tales,
Some great and some small,
How they did big things,
How they lost it all,
What is it called?,
Its no longer a fib,
It gets more involved,
as they make up shit,
Remembering only lies,
They're all that they've got,
Cant tell anymore whats real,
Whats not,
This is exactly how they seem to think,
White lies grow dark as fast as they blink,
Black as night like stars they wink,
I sink,
Into a realm of distrust,
Watching everyone,
Wondering what they want...

In darkness prey,
hunts a vampire
Empty within
look into the eyes
without soul
Sucking life's feelings,

drained beautiful thoughts
Savoring frozen emotions,
falling on top
Biting deep
into flesh

Draining hurt tastes
To savor
each drop
Lusting eyes,
without soul
pleasure hurts

Love tastes beautiful
Sipping slowly,
without emotion
Until the last drop
Smiling taste ache

Broken heart
Died love
On the last drop,
cold without life
In you

In the centre the wooden stake
Tied on the black witch
Hands bound so she won't escape
Forsaken is she

Into the fires of hell
To with the devil she will dwell
Tortured pain ridden
Into the water held

Till she confessed her fate sealed by
Mouth her deadly deads
Now she will burn in fires of hell
Fastened tight
In a sacken dress


They place firewood surround neatly placed
Oil and tar coats the wood a fast burn to roast
This death await a bright hot burn
The cheering crowd

The wood is lite
Its now time for the witch to burn